Feels like this life
Is being carried
On an uncontrollable wind
It’s being carried
On a whim
Well…
I might only be approachable
Or
I might die this instant
Or
I might stomp my feet
Jump and shout
Or
I could twirl about
In high heels
And why should I care
If I’ve earned everyone’s approval?
Has anyone told you what you need to hear
yet?
You are beautiful
Are you happy?
Are you doing what you want?
Because we can always walk away
And we can talk about doing it
Everyday
But if it only ever
Escapes our lips…
Well…
Then it only ever escaped your lips
It was only ever carried away on a wind
On a whim
Let everyone cry foul
Be yourself
Even if no one else can understand
Just who you are
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
You've Lost Count of Drinks and Time
Show Me the Odds of Love
Show me the odds of
The odds of
Love
Direct me to a window
A shift to
A wonder
We are so soft
And so fragile
We are always lost and
Lost in
Thought
Will someone please show me the odds of love?
The odds in reality and not counting our dreams
The odds in seeing and believing
The odds of a purpose for being
Will someone please direct me to a window?
So all of existence can peer through
And see me
And size me up
Earth, will you please handle me carefully?
I am so soft
So fragile
I am so lost
And the odds of
The odds of
Me
Being
Are the tiniest of tiny
Existence, will you please handle love carefully
It is your second greatest creation
The odds of it are astronomical
Not even comparable to me
And you, the girl who captured my heart
Took even me by surprise
So what are the odds of you?
You are a wonder
Must be a number that makes love seem common
Will you whisper it
Whisper it to me
Show me the odds of
The odds of
Love
Direct me to a window
A shift to
A wonder
We are so soft
And so fragile
We are always lost and
Lost in
Thought
Will someone please show me the odds of love?
The odds in reality and not counting our dreams
The odds in seeing and believing
The odds of a purpose for being
Will someone please direct me to a window?
So all of existence can peer through
And see me
And size me up
Earth, will you please handle me carefully?
I am so soft
So fragile
I am so lost
And the odds of
The odds of
Me
Being
Are the tiniest of tiny
Existence, will you please handle love carefully
It is your second greatest creation
The odds of it are astronomical
Not even comparable to me
And you, the girl who captured my heart
Took even me by surprise
So what are the odds of you?
You are a wonder
Must be a number that makes love seem common
Will you whisper it
Whisper it to me
Friday, November 11, 2011
Of Sorts / Got It Figured Out
Tired eyes,
mix of feeling empty and full
new scratches you hadn't noticed before
a diet of sorts
the time to change
This is where I was born
I came from here
came from this
A glance at one's self
I don't even try
to admit you are scared
is not how you quell the fear
sometimes it can exasperate matters
Have you got it figured out?
(I'm not scared)
mix of feeling empty and full
new scratches you hadn't noticed before
a diet of sorts
the time to change
This is where I was born
I came from here
came from this
A glance at one's self
I don't even try
to admit you are scared
is not how you quell the fear
sometimes it can exasperate matters
Have you got it figured out?
(I'm not scared)
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
This is Only an Introduction
Hello! I think I may only have two people following this blog! That's 2 more than my last blog! Color me excited!!
Anywho, expect some poetry soon. I have a series of love poems I am going to be focusing on at first. They are actually poems written from the point-of-view of a fictional character. I will also be posting up some random stuff along the way. Keep an eye out!
Sunday, November 6, 2011
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